A kind of unspeakable treachery spread aggressively in Han Jin's eyes, like the anger from embarrassment after all the clothes wrapped around him were torn apart, and the impotent rage after hope failed. His chest rose and fell violently, and all the scorching breath sprayed on Song Yu's face.
Song Yu seemed to smell some disgusting stench, and turned his head away in disgust. This action completely annoyed Han Jin who was hovering on the verge of losing control, and he kicked Song Yu's knee hard. Song Yu was in pain for a moment, and the leg that was kicked went limp in an instant, and he knelt forward.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Jin grabbed Song Yu's clothes and pushed them, forcing Song Yu to kneel down on one knee with his back facing him. He immediately pulled out a piece of wire rope hidden in his sleeve and threw himself at Song Yu's arms.
Although Song Yu deliberately gave way to Han Jin, he really didn't expect the kick just now. After being kicked, he immediately reacted, turned around quickly, and faced Han Jin head-on. As soon as he turned around, Han Jin rushed towards him with both hands grabbing a thin steel wire. This steel wire was not thick, but it was enough to strangle an adult male.
Song Yu hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately reach out to block, but he immediately realized that Han Jin's target was not his neck, but his hands.
Song Yu's eyes flashed, and before Han Jin pressed down, he rolled on the ground and hid.
Han Jin rushed to nothing, couldn't control his body for a while, and fell to the ground.
Enduring the sharp pain in his knees, Song Yu rushed towards Han Jin instead, knelt on Han Jin's body, and held down the other's arms: "I thought you were trying to kill me, but it turned out that you just wanted to tie me up, and where did you want to go if you tied me up?" Go hide in a place where no one is around?" Song Yu smiled slyly, pinched Han Jin's swollen neck, and said contemptuously, "Waste! Thing!"
Silent, provocative, contemptuous, and talking about him, it is not difficult to provoke a paranoid.
Sure enough, Han Jin struggled irritablely like a slippery loach, but Song Yu really couldn't control him, and let the other party break free from his arms and press him down instead.
Han Jin also picked up the steel wire rope that fell on the ground, and this time it wrapped it around Song Yu's neck. He gasped heavily, and muttered in his mouth: "Kill you, I'll kill you, you're dead It's mine."
The thin steel wire rope was pressed against Song Yu's fair and slender neck, and a red mark appeared in an instant. The long-lost feeling of suffocation rushed to the peripheral nerves, and the fear of dying made Song Yu's body tremble slightly. Gray, the instinct of survival prompted him to struggle to free his left hand from under Han Jin's knee, and he dug his fingers covered with plaster between the wire rope and his neck, gaining room for himself to breathe.
Han Jin was like a crazy beast, completely lost his mind, and strengthened a little bit.
Song Yu was a little distracted, moved his right hand that was still under Han Jin's leg, and successfully touched the fruit knife.
The pressure on his neck was getting heavier, and Song Yu felt that he had lost the ability to breathe on his own. He stopped hesitating, clenched the handle of the knife, poured all his strength into his right hand, and tried to pull it out from under Han Jin's thick and powerful thigh. .
For such a 0.01 second, Song Yu sincerely wanted to point the tip of the knife at Han Jin's heart, as long as it was inserted, the grievances of the two lifetimes would be completely settled.
There are two doors in the heart, good and evil in one thought.
Song Yu didn't think he was a good person, let alone a saint. He had resentment and hatred. For a long time after his rebirth, his only thought was to find out the truth and take revenge. But when the tip of the knife was only five centimeters away from Han Jin's heart, he restrained the force rationally and decisively.
But in an instant, he had already weighed the pros and cons of this stabbing in his mind.
Obviously, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages too much.
He is no longer the original Song Yu. In this life, he has many things and people that he is reluctant to let go of. He can't ruin the life he just restarted because of a lunatic.
Bloody hands are not qualified to touch the little assistant's clean face.
The moment Song Yu paused, Han Jin's survival instinct also made Han Jin subconsciously let go of his hands holding the wire rope, and turned to block Song Yu. The shackles around his neck were removed, Song Yu was finally able to breathe normally, and his free left hand also grasped the handle of the knife.
He and Han Jin stepped up and down, exerting force on each other.
Song Yu was at the bottom, even if he tried his best, he couldn't hold back Han Jin's advantage at the top, but he clearly felt that Han Jin was only trying to prevent himself from being hurt, and didn't want to counterattack.
Han Jin wrapped Song Yu's dry fists with his hands, and he became excited because of this intimate contact. He looked down at Song Yu's messy hair and embarrassed face, and showed a strange and evil smile: "This is the way to do everything possible to lure me out. The purpose? You want to kill me?"
Song Yu frowned, and snorted: "You, also, match?"
The veins on Han Jin's forehead bulged, and the strength in his hand continued to increase, and he turned the tip of the knife abruptly.
Although this was Song Yu's real purpose, seeing Han Jin's almost ghostly hideous face, his heart started beating wildly involuntarily, and he truly felt the danger.
The struggle just now had consumed a lot of Song Yu's strength, and coupled with the current position at a disadvantage, he could not exert much strength at all, and the tip of the knife was already approaching the position of his heart inch by inch.
Han Jin gritted his teeth, gasped nervously and muttered something, and after listening carefully, it seemed to be: "Then we will die together, then we will die together..."
Song Yu understood that he couldn't procrastinate any longer, and it might really cause serious consequences if he procrastinated any longer. He couldn't last much longer with his strength.
At this moment, Song Yu's ears, which were almost on the ground, keenly heard a burst of trampling footsteps.
The footsteps are getting closer, now is the best time!
Song Yu gritted her teeth, resisted Han Jin's arms, forced the tip of the knife to move up more than ten centimeters, and plunged into her right shoulder.
Even through the cashmere coat and sweater, almost all of the ten-centimeter-long fruit knife sank into his body. The severe pain made Song Yu couldn't help screaming, and the rusty blood immediately gushed out, soaking through the sweater and coat.
Han Jin's hands were still wrapped around Song Yu's, holding the handle of the knife. He was stunned in place, watching Song Yu panting in pain, and forgot to move.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The two security guards who came to the parking lot after receiving the report call finally heard the movement in this dark corner, shouted loudly, and rushed over.
Both of them were security personnel who went to work after rigorous training, and they were quite calm in dealing with this situation. One of them, a strong one, rushed forward to control Han Jin, while the other immediately went to check on Song Yu's situation. Song Yu pressed the wound by himself, but because of the excessive and rapid blood loss, he felt that he was already dizzy.
The security guard knew Song Yu, and after a surprised look, he immediately took off his coat, folded it a few times and pressed it on Song Yu's wound, while he called "Mr. The personnel in the monitoring room hurriedly called 120 and called the police.
Song Yu finally let out a long and deep breath, an unprecedented sense of relaxation swept over his body, he laughed heartily, and upon listening carefully, the laughter was actually a bit sad.
At a loss, Han Jin finally came to his senses at this time. He finally understood why Song Yu tried so hard to punish him, irritate him, and try to lure him out. Song Yu didn't want to confront him and expose him, let alone hurt him. Yu is plotting against him.
Han Jin began to struggle frantically, and looked at Song Yu with resentment: "You lied to me! You lied to me!"
Song Yu was extremely exhausted, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, he glanced at Han Jin in disgust, and finally closed his eyes.